Landing Strips

I play hopscotch on ScanTrons

No Escargot, Please

And I’ll make my own dinner

And it will be the clicks of your spacebar

And the waves of my spaceman

And some peas on the side

Seven O’Clock

But seven o’clock wanted more to be addressed.

Brown World

She has chocolateinonlyoneflavor

No Thanks, Mr. Spaceman

“Hey, Mr. Spaceman. Won’t you please take me along?”- The Byrds

ants

not skullsucking mob ants (like in indiana jones)

Muddy Shoes

Benjamin, who had taken his shoes off the first time I asked, sat with his tiny legs crossed neatly on the carpet and sorted through his backpack. I could see how his hands did what he wanted and flipped papers over for his eyes to inspect. I saw that he could recognize right and wrong and proceed accordingly. Proceed quickly. Xander looked at the wall.

Fruit

Empty plastic bodies and lids—skeletal Tupperware remains—clatter to the floor beneath me and roll around my feet.

Patience

Perfect
Prudent
Plundered
Patience

A Desperate Call for Batman

A cracked bag of gummy worms.